Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
For Grampa. I miss you everyday.
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You were in love.
and
You thought it was perfect.
But you left things unsaid for such a long time,
that they eventually bubbled up and burst at the worst possible times.
Her anger is real.
Her feelings of being deserted are real too.
But, know, that your anger was real.
It left a black hole where your love used to be.
You were told that you weren't really together, many times by her.
how did that make you feel? Alone? Unloved?
Throughout your time together, she always pushed away, keeping herself closed.
and now that you're not together, you still have to deal with those same issues that plauged the year you shared.
She's a wanderer.
Never to be in the same place for too long.
You, on the other hand, try to let loose all those things that hold you back, but it's hard. It's so hard. You think you're close
then
Your grandpa dies. Leaving confusion and pain in your family. Adding more strife to the angst that was already present.
Your gramma sits in her now empty home,
lonely and cold, without her mate,
her friend, her life.
Without her heart.
You try to cheer her up when you visit her,
but it's no use. It always ends in tears, never laughter.
You tell your gramma that you know what you're feeling, on some level. You tell her, with eyes watering, about that girl that you loved. The girl that you trusted.
You showed her a picture, and even though she's not what gramma expected, she still tells you that
"She's beautiful"
Someone so beautiful and special that only she could've broken your heart .
So you sit, holding your gran, listening to
her cry softly, for her love, for her life.
and you can't help but breakdown...
This would be a great time to quote Spaceballs,
"Take only what you need to survive!"
But in this world, you've learned that you can either laugh or cry. They are the same things.
But now...it's hard to smile.
Three hearts torn.
Left to pick up the remains, and build again.
Take those pieces, and hold them close.
because you never know when you'll love again.
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Still post-rockin' in a free world
[This message has been edited by Furnace (edited 27 November 2001).]
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You were in love.
and
You thought it was perfect.
But you left things unsaid for such a long time,
that they eventually bubbled up and burst at the worst possible times.
Her anger is real.
Her feelings of being deserted are real too.
But, know, that your anger was real.
It left a black hole where your love used to be.
You were told that you weren't really together, many times by her.
how did that make you feel? Alone? Unloved?
Throughout your time together, she always pushed away, keeping herself closed.
and now that you're not together, you still have to deal with those same issues that plauged the year you shared.
She's a wanderer.
Never to be in the same place for too long.
You, on the other hand, try to let loose all those things that hold you back, but it's hard. It's so hard. You think you're close
then
Your grandpa dies. Leaving confusion and pain in your family. Adding more strife to the angst that was already present.
Your gramma sits in her now empty home,
lonely and cold, without her mate,
her friend, her life.
Without her heart.
You try to cheer her up when you visit her,
but it's no use. It always ends in tears, never laughter.
You tell your gramma that you know what you're feeling, on some level. You tell her, with eyes watering, about that girl that you loved. The girl that you trusted.
You showed her a picture, and even though she's not what gramma expected, she still tells you that
"She's beautiful"
Someone so beautiful and special that only she could've broken your heart .
So you sit, holding your gran, listening to
her cry softly, for her love, for her life.
and you can't help but breakdown...
This would be a great time to quote Spaceballs,
"Take only what you need to survive!"
But in this world, you've learned that you can either laugh or cry. They are the same things.
But now...it's hard to smile.
Three hearts torn.
Left to pick up the remains, and build again.
Take those pieces, and hold them close.
because you never know when you'll love again.
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Still post-rockin' in a free world
[This message has been edited by Furnace (edited 27 November 2001).]
